Brooks Divorced Novels & Stories

"Vanessa—Miss Thomas, I know we ended on the wrong foot. Things didn't exactly work out well between us during our, you know, marriage. But I urge you not to let whatever grudge you're holding cloud your judgment." My brows knitted. "You think this is all about you?" "Isn't it?" He asked, locking gaze with me. "You disappeared after signing those divorce papers, only for you to run into the arms of my brother. It's quite clear that you've been making decisions with your hatred towards me, which is completely unfair in my opinion. But then again, that's understandable." I fell silent. Not because I lost words to say, but because of the truth in his words. I'd really been letting my hatred lea

Like that time on her birthday, instead of taking the time to buy her a gift myself, I just had Brooks handle it. It was also Brooks who told me when she finally signed the divorce papers. He saw the beginning of our relationship and the end of it too. So, I get why he asked. He’s seen it all, and now he’s watching me try to fix what I broke. “Thanks, Brooks. I appreciate it.” I ended the call, a slight smile lingering on my face. Next, I dialed my secretary to make sure everything was in order before my flight. As the phone rang, I started packing my suitcase, grabbing clothes and other essentials.

Kelly “This is Kelly Brook on Channel 5 News,” I began, my voice steady even as my heart hammered. “Anderson Grant, America’s rising star, has filed for divorce after a decade-long marriage to Miss A, sources close to the couple confirm that this decision comes as a surprise to Miss A, who was not informed prior to the filing. I paused, panic rising. But I had to steady myself, I was on live television and nationwide, people were watching. "We’ll bring you more updates on this developing story, stay stuned!"

“Brooks and I were in love from the start, but we slowly grew to resent each other throughout the years. We’ve lost all the love we initially had.” Shaun Brooks was the name of Rosaline’s ex-husband. It had been a whole year since their divorce, so Rosaline could talk about her failed relationship nonchalantly. She didn’t seem angry, nor did she insult him and his actions. It was as if she had become a complete outsider to her own past. “But you and Pierce are different. You didn’t have any love for each other in the beginning, and now, you’re slowly getting along. This is just my opinion, but you should really think it over.”

I raised my left arm to shield my face. The car came to a stop a few meters away. Shoes tapped against the tarmac, stopping directly in front of me. I lowered my arm, inhaling a familiar perfume that sent a chill down my spine. “Look who it is,” Thomas, Marcus’ younger brother, said, laughter tearing from his throat. “The one my brother just divorced.” Shock froze me, and I clenched my fists. “What did you just say?” “You heard him right. Happy divorce day,” Vivian, my stepmother, added quietly, her tone sharp. “I can’t wait for the world to know. I hope the media spreads this as fast as possible.”

“You don’t need to know. I will make things quick right now. My husband and I are currently in an open marriage…” “Seraphina” A growl rumbled from Rowan’s throat while Bob searched his eyes around as if looking for a quick escape. I ignored Rowan, taking another step forward until I closed the space between me and Bob. I pushed my lips forward in a pout, reaching for his tie. “Don't look at me like that. The whole open marriage idea was initiated by my husband…” I tugged at his tie. “You see, my husband has a first love and even if the thought is already heartbreaking, he doesn't seem to stop talking about his love for her. He doesn't care about what I feel and he even dared to say it to my

Brooks shouted. "Yes! They did! Don't worry about me. I will make some phone calls and find a new place to live. Meanwhile, I would get a blood test and STD tests done on the lovely new couple and stop worrying about me. I don't want revenge. I don't care that they are together. I was just hurt because I thought we were better friends than this, and he would have at least broken up with me first or had the decency to tell me instead of letting me stumble upon the knowledge." I declared firmly. "I am sorry about my son. I will deal with him and her. Thank you for your honesty and if it means anything. I always liked you." responded his mother, Mrs. Brooks.

"I was asking myself why you had to drink so much. Yes." "I'm not a drunk. I caught my in bed with my husband." I paused, replayed what I had said in my head and giggled. "Damn! I guess I'm more drunk than I thought." "Yeah, but I understood you. He cheated?" I nodded. "He did, with my stepsister. He threw me out of the house and... divorced me." "Why did-" he began. He took the glass of alcohol; I wasn't aware that I was raised to my lips, away from me. In doing so, he leaned real close, and I got a noseful of his perfume, something woodsy and fresh.

She broke away from me and stumbled out of the room, the doors slamming shut behind her. Ramon leaned back in his chair. "You never rejected their advances," he said. I moved to my seat. "I was never married until now," I said, my gaze fixed on his. "The Brooks would have been a valuable asset a year ago, when Colin Brooks was still CEO. Their stocks have depleted." His gaze met mine. "The Wilsons will make better connections." I tapped my finger against the desk. "And?" I asked. His gaze held mine steadily. "File for a divorce. The divorce papers can be prepared by tomorrow and—"

It was a short, disbelieving sound. “Lillian,” Nathaniel said. “Don’t Lillian me.” She held up one hand without looking at him. She needed a moment. Just one moment to process what was happening. William Brooks had known. He had known Nathaniel would eventually push for the divorce. And he had built a trap so perfectly designed that it caught both of them at once. She turned to look at Nathaniel directly. “Did you know about this clause when you came to my house yesterday?” His jaw tightened. “No.”